The works of lord ByronBernh. Tauchnitz., 1826 |
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... thought , and claims the homage of a tear ; A flashing pang ! of which the weary breast Would still , albeit in vain , the heavy heart divest . To sit on rocks , to muse o'er flood and fell , To slowly trace the forest's shady scene ...
... thought , and claims the homage of a tear ; A flashing pang ! of which the weary breast Would still , albeit in vain , the heavy heart divest . To sit on rocks , to muse o'er flood and fell , To slowly trace the forest's shady scene ...
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... thought , and dried To leave the flagging spirit doubly weak ; Still o'er the features , which perforce they cheer , To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique , Smiles form the channel of a future tear , Or raise the writhing lip with ...
... thought , and dried To leave the flagging spirit doubly weak ; Still o'er the features , which perforce they cheer , To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique , Smiles form the channel of a future tear , Or raise the writhing lip with ...
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... thought , sheat it as a sword Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be And that one word were Lightning , I w A sharer in thy fierce and far delight , — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines , a phosphoric sea ...
... thought , sheat it as a sword Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be And that one word were Lightning , I w A sharer in thy fierce and far delight , — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines , a phosphoric sea ...
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... thought of beauty , here extend , Mingling , and made by Love , unto one mighty end . He who hath loved not , here would learn that lore , And make his heart a spirit ; he who knows That tender mystery , will love the more , For this is ...
... thought of beauty , here extend , Mingling , and made by Love , unto one mighty end . He who hath loved not , here would learn that lore , And make his heart a spirit ; he who knows That tender mystery , will love the more , For this is ...
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... thought ! can we be m the same ; Or view the Lord of the unerring bow , The God of life , and poesy , and light — It is enough in sooth that once we bor The Sun in human limbs array'd , and brow These fardels of the heart -- the heart ...
... thought ! can we be m the same ; Or view the Lord of the unerring bow , The God of life , and poesy , and light — It is enough in sooth that once we bor The Sun in human limbs array'd , and brow These fardels of the heart -- the heart ...
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Page 62 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Page 56 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Page 62 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Page 135 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Page 135 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
Page 20 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely, been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 49 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
Page 576 - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Page 584 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Page 171 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.